Big La's Random Ramblings

A French neighbour lent me a home-made blaster – a lever operating a hammer which dropped onto a 12-bore cartridge. Four times the little blighter pushed up underneath the lever and spread the earth sideways. Four times he blocked tunnel traps and passed underneath. But then he must have got a bit cocky, because at 6 am there was a bang, and the little blighter copped it.

I couldn’t help feeling sad – after all, he was only doing what moles do. But there comes a time… Getting fed up with hills and stones everywhere, and ankles cockling over sideways walking on ruts and collapsed runs.

I’ve now ordered three tunnel traps should another mole take over his patch.